Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Scarface pushed the magazine into the pistol and cocked it with a click.

"This isn't some petty thug testing his guts."

Ali walked to the distribution box and glanced at the voltmeter on the wall.

The pointer is jumping around randomly.

He turned around immediately.

"Power outage contingency plan".

As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights in the entire tenement building went out.

The upstairs and downstairs were plunged into darkness.

A red emergency light in the corner came on, turning a large area of ​​the narrow living room a dark red.

Gao Xiaofeng picked up the child in the bedroom. The little one was awakened by the noise outside and started crying. She gently covered the child's back with her palm.

"Don't be afraid, Mom is here."

Wearing pajamas and barefoot on the carpet, she quickly walked towards the explosion-proof wardrobe at the inside of the bedroom, following the route she had practiced beforehand.

Outside the door, Ali had already rushed into the second tactical position.

Scarface moved close to the wall, gun barrel lowered, urgent reports coming through his earpiece.

"A convoy is approaching on the first floor."

"A large number of people appeared at the west entrance of the alley, carrying machetes, iron bars, and pistols."

"Someone is pouring gasoline!"

The next moment, the sound of shattering glass came from downstairs.

A petrol bomb was thrown into the lobby of the tenement building, and flames shot up along the old wooden door and stacks of cardboard boxes.

Thick black smoke billowed into the stairwell.

Outside, a torrential downpour pattered against the tin shed, drowning out much of the noise.

But the insults from the local gang members still pierced through the earpiece.

"Charge in! 500,000 per person! More money if you catch a woman!"

"There are mainlanders upstairs, kill them!"

Ali pressed the intercom button.

"Group B, retreat to the second-floor stairwell. Don't use lethal force; strike the legs and block the passageway."

Scarface muttered a curse under his breath.

"The other side is taking advantage of the fact that we can't clear the area on Hong Kong Island."

Ali inserted the spare magazine into the chest pouch.

"Then we'll play by the rules. Just hold them off; we can't let anyone down from upstairs."

He had just finished speaking when the front door of the first floor was smashed open by the front of the car.

An unlicensed van crashed through the iron gate and drove into the lobby. The door opened, and a dozen or so thugs wearing helmets and brandishing machetes rushed in.

Two sentries from Group B opened fire at the corner of the stairs.

Continuous bursts of fire from a silenced pistol.

The first few people were shot in the legs and rolled over, knocking down those behind them.

But the people behind them didn't back down.

They were given drugs, paid money, and strapped with cheap bulletproof plates, yet they crawled forward even on the ground.

Someone picked up a homemade sprayer and started firing it randomly at the stairwell.

Lead shot hit the walls and railings, sending cement debris flying everywhere.

"We can't control them! There are too many people!"

The team member growled in the headset.

Ali bit down on a betel nut, grabbed a short assault rifle, and charged out.

"Scarface, you stay on the third floor. I'll go down and meet up with Team B."

Scarface reached out and stopped him.

"Luring the tiger away from the mountain."

"I understand." Ali continued walking. "But if the first floor is lost, the whole building will burn down."

The two retired Longya veterans separated one after the other.

Ali rushed to the second-floor stairwell, knelt down, and unleashed a continuous barrage of fire from his short assault rifle.

He was extremely accurate.

Each bullet lands in a non-lethal area, yet is enough to incapacitate a person.

The hallway was filled with screams.

A gangster lunged forward with a gasoline can in his hand. Ali raised his gun and fired two shots, the bullet piercing the bottom edge of the gasoline can, spilling fuel all over the man.

His accomplice was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

"Don't shoot if it's on fire!"

After yelling, Ali grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and smashed it down the stairs.

The fire extinguisher rolled into the crowd, spraying out white dry powder.

Downstairs was in complete chaos.

Meanwhile, in the third-floor corridor.

Scarface stood at the door of the safe house, and through his night vision goggles, he could see the smoke at the end of the corridor.

He did not go to provide assistance.

Shen Zhong explained it very clearly back then.

Gao Xiaofeng and her son are the core of the mission.

If anyone comes from any direction, protect the target first, then consider counterattack.

Inside the bedroom, Gao Xiaofeng had already opened half of the explosion-proof wardrobe door.

The child cried until his voice was hoarse, so she held the child close to her chest and gently soothed him.

"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon."

A very faint rubbing sound came from above the ceiling.

Gao Xiaofeng stopped what she was doing.

She looked up.

The noise was so subtle that it was almost inaudible, mixed with the sound of rain and gunfire from downstairs.

Outside the window of the safe house, four black ropes hung down from the rooftop.

Four fully armed cleaners descended along the outer wall.

They wore black waterproof combat suits, their boots had soft rubber soles, and their helmets had no markings.

The person at the front stopped outside the bedroom's French windows, took out a circular cutter, and stuck it to the glass.

The hissing sound was completely drowned out by the gunfire downstairs.

A round hole was cut into the glass.

A smoke grenade slid into the room through the hole.

White smoke spread along the ground, carrying the pungent smell of pepper spray.

Gao Xiaofeng coughed a few times from the choking, and then retreated into the wardrobe while carrying the child.

"Someone come here!"

She had barely uttered the word when the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered inwards.

The cleaner burst into the bedroom.

The first person rolled to dissipate the impact after landing, the second person raised his gun and pointed it at the door, the third person rushed straight at Gao Xiaofeng, and the fourth person dragged in a long black box.

Hearing the sound of breaking glass, Scarface turned around and kicked open the door.

"bedroom!"

The gatekeeper was already waiting there.

The two pistols equipped with silencers fired simultaneously.

Scarface dodged the first round by sidestepping, but his shoulder was still grazed by a bullet.

He fired two shots back, shattering the protective plate on the side of the other man's helmet.

The cleaner took a half step back and immediately threw out a stun grenade.

A blinding flash of light erupted in the corridor.

Scarface closed his eyes, squatted down, and rolled into the adjacent bathroom based on his memory.

He unplugged the external cable from his headset to prevent tinnitus from affecting his judgment, then pulled the safety ring of the grenade halfway open before stopping.

This is a safe house.

There were women and children inside.

This time, we can't throw it away.

In the bedroom, Gao Xiaofeng pinned the child down beneath her, lying face down on the carpet.

The cleaner stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder.

She grabbed the bedside lamp and smashed it, the shards of the lampshade cutting through the other person's gloves.

Without hesitation, the man smashed the butt of his gun into the back of her neck.

Gao Xiaofeng's body went limp, but she still wrapped her arms around the child.

"Don't touch him..."

The cleaner pried her hands off, his movements so calm and collected that there was not a single unnecessary movement.

Another person took out a syringe and inserted the needle into her arm.

The child was still crying after being picked up.

The scavenger in charge of the medical kit switched to a smaller dose of sedative and inserted it into the child's outer thigh.

The crying quickly subsided.

The long black box was opened.

Inside was not a weapon, but a temperature-controlled chamber disguised as a cello case.

The inner liner has a soft pad, oxygen interface, monitoring patch, and a portable vital signs screen.

Two cleaners secured the mother and child separately inside.

They acted quickly and had a clear division of labor.

Outside in the corridor, Scarface rushed out of the bathroom again.

He didn't use his gun again, but lunged at the cleaner at the door, slamming him against the wall with his shoulder against the man's chest.

The two engaged in close combat in the confined space.

Scarface slammed an elbow into the man's throat and was about to finish him off when the second cleaner emerged from the bedroom, throwing out a stun gun.

Two electrode pins were driven into the side of the scarred face.

An electric current travels through the body.

He knelt on the ground, used his last strength to pull out the dagger from the side of his leg, and threw it forward.

The dagger pierced the cleaner's forearm.

The other person grunted, but kept the trigger pressed.